Just keep on running
With silence and grace.
What do you want, honey,
From this ugly face?

What do you wait, darling,
From my rotten blood?
The sun isn't shining
For what fell apart.

Why do you scream calling
For my sacred lie?
For what is unknown
The skies will not cry.

The fire is burning
On sweet filthy fuel.
For me you are calling,
Whose sins can't be cured.

I'm not getting better.
There's nothing to hold.
You put on your sweater -
It will be too cold.

От 16.07.2009.

Сегодня офигительно погуляли. Мне очень понравилось. Фотографиииииий - тьма. Как же иногда одновременно приятно и полезно выбираться на свежий воздух с другом под мышкой и с фотоаппаратом в руках.)